Big Blue Alien Food Farm

[Our perspective] Blackness superimposed by glowing blue Smearing white spiraling cloud icings Appearing applied by a painter’s hand Soon to stretch and then to transform As eventually will happen with all belief systems The curvature and reflection of oceans Vast emerald forests and rolling plains Attesting to generations of hopes and uncertainties Poverty, lost loves and sparkling newborn eyes Shadowed by the serenity and wisdom of wrinkled faces The fluid motion of our sliding blue oval Across the windshields of descending spaceships Eyes viewing us as we view our enemies Our protests falling upon deaf ears Receiving the same mercy as we have given Rounding us up for grotesque consumption With no regard to status or creed Another food farm for galactic supermarkets Where the cries of our children fade Outcries unheeded by universal apathy Being dragged kicking and screaming From a cage of indignities Fear so great we urinate our pants Praying to God for deliverance Oh God, help me, please, please, please!!! [Their perspective] They cling to their beliefs, don’t they? Yes, whatever idea is most popular That’s what they always call “faith” Their mind is just like a computer But with a richer and much tastier texture Faith? So they think they’re right? Sure do, right into my stomach, hahaha Christians and Muslims, they both call us Satan Pretty much, they taste about the same But they’re not the tastiest of all The lawyers are the tenderest See, they’ve never done an honest day’s work Bring me that one right there “Now wait a minute, let’s talk this thing over” Let’s don’t, but if you like we can say we did Crunch, crunch, crunch, gulp